Walking Through Fire

I awake to see fireworks in the distance or is it just a distanced memory I see?
I see Algerian’s are selling weapons to the Sunday soldiers who are what I heard evil
The sky is red like a fire storm, from the hills soldiers come as if they were scared
My mom and I left before they got to our house we walked for miles until we rested
I awoke in the morning to ask why we left and all I hear my mother say is to carry the haversack She ignores me and we keep walking, war is afoot as if it has just spawn from hell itself
We have been walking for what seems a decade when we finally see it
The colony, we have made it to safety of the sacred soil we so call our very own state